Perspective: Moments

A half-full duffel bag stares at me. I have a stress induced meltdown as I look around at all that still needs to be taken care of; I challenge my weary brain to think of anything I might be forgetting and hope that I can actually get some sleep …

I check the GPS as my husband shifts into 6th gear, gliding around a curve on I 95. Southward bound, only a few hours from our first destination, excitement is finally able to regain the lead over stress. I smile at the blur of trees passing by my window …

Two furry pups explore under the dinner table, hoping one of us has “accidentally” dropped a delicious morsel off our plates. The kitty, however, is waiting not-so-patiently in the kitchen, hoping for more of her treats. I take another bite of my dinner as I happily listen to my sister, brother-in-law, nephew, and husband chatting and laughing …

Even further south, the house we are staying in comes into view as our car tentatively makes its way down the street. I instantly feel at home. My husband and I bound in the front door, ready to explore …

Geckos scatter into the greenery along the beach path as we walk. I take off my flip flops and allow my feet to melt into the cool, soft, tender white sand. The glow of the sunset shines in my husband’s eyes as he smiles at me. We witness the magic of the sun dipping behind the water …

Sweat gathers on my back as we reach the second mile of our three mile hike in the preserve. I relish in the feeling of warmth; I have missed it. We make our way along a more rugged trail, tiptoeing along a small wooden footbridge. We peek through the curling trees to see the crystal blue water’s edge …

I giggle and exclaim “Island life!” to my husband as I lift my freshly re-filled pint glass. I look past the other tables at the restaurant to the ocean where another sunset shows off its beauty …

A heron alights on the sand in front of us as we walk, delicately and deliberately placing one foot in front of the other. It turns its head to look at the sand on its left, and then the water on its right. We approach carefully. It walks along calmly as we pass, focusing its attention on a fisherman as the breeze fluffs its feathers …

Despite being acutely aware that my skin has passed over the threshold from sun kissed to sunburned, I lift my face to the sky for more. I lean my chair back one more notch, take a deep breath of the fresh crisp air and soak it all in …

I step into the studio as the other attendees greet each other. I can feel the camaraderie amongst them, and though I am a stranger, am welcomed just as warmly. We unify in movement throughout the class. My body and soul are fully and equally joyous as I balancé across the floor …

A quote on the wall of the brewery reminds me to “Be who you were created to be and you will set the world on fire.” My breath catches in my throat and tears momentarily flash in my eyes. I know what I was created to be, but that ship has sailed … and I came to terms with that some time ago. But the tears subside quickly because I also remind myself that everything happens for a reason. I also know that every day is a fiery adventure, and I am so thankful…

I call out, “Manatees!!! Manatees!!!” in a goofy voice, and my husband and I giggle. Though silly, I am truly hoping that my call somehow makes its way on the breeze and the manatees magically appear…

I reach the end of a chapter of my book. I look up at the waves and I realize that I am completely calm. Fully relaxed. Full easy breaths. Completely present…

We walk through the cool sand. The air is chilly but friendly. A beautiful sand sculpture of a turtle materializes from the dark. A heron glows in the moonlight as he strides through the water in search of dinner. The stars playfully wink at us…

I quietly fill my duffel bag again. The stress is absent this time, replaced with a touch of melancholy. I’m reminded of another quote “Don’t cry because it’s over; smile because it happened.”

The four of us chatter and laugh and smile as Duke wins the game. I cuddle with the cutest cat pillow while a dear friend and I catch up over Cheez-Its and our husbands become friends…

We pack the car for the last time while teeny snowflakes float around our faces. I settle in my seat and set the GPS for home…

 

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